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Summertime, June, 16th, 1934
Detectives surrounding the area of the lake. A dead body was found. A young girl's body. The young girl was Anna Hawkes, nine years old, blond hair, green eyes. My best friend.......ex best friend. Let's just say, this little girl did not play nice with me and left me forgotten. She's lucky. Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky. The detectives found her and not me. Well, I'm sorta used to it since I've always known to be forgotten and alone. Now, I'm dead, forgotten, alone, wet, and sunk deep into the water. How did Little Miss Anna Hawkes die? Hehe, me of course. She drowned me first and told my mommy and older sissy that I couldn't swim and sunk into the water. No. She killed me first. That's what I get though for playing with an older girl that finds me annoying and stupid. Know what? She's the meanie fat head. Not me. Bye bye, Anna. te will soon be forgotten........


Years past and sixteen anno old Mimi Lowe was going to her great grandmother's house. She hated going there. She hated hearing about her grandmother's past and how she did this and that. It was an endless cycle of boring stories about history of her grandmother's "so-called" exciting lifestyle. She would always start with,"Did ya hear about the time I actually was a flapper and Curly from The Three Stooges actually asked me to have his hand in marriage?" o "Did I ever share that one time that I Lost an audition to a movie to Shirley Temple? We actually kept in touch after that!" o something flat out odd like,"Did te ever find out that I once had a modeling job partnered with Marilyn Monroe and Bettie Page? What a sweetheart she was!" Though most teenage children may find other grandparents' stories kinda boring o slow, Mimi's great grandmother's were actually rather interesting! But Mimi refused to believe a lick of it and was cursed with a gift of knowing più pop culture from the past than now. She used to be teased about it in forth grade. She bragged about her gift of knowledge of past pop cultures but other kids always said,"Who?" "Who cares? That's old!" "Are te an old lady o a nine anno old?" "Does it look like they still matter now?" "Who was that chick from that other thing?" Nonsense like that made Mimi feel awkward, hurt, and upset. Yet she loves older things, and loves her great grandmother's stories, but acts like they're boring. The only reason was is because a girl from her high school only lives a block away from her grandmother and feels self conscious about how others look at her. She tells her great grandmother that they're interesting, but lies to the rest. Her mother worries about Mimi's self consciousness because Mimi was once a confident, outgoing unique little girl, until she started elementary school. She began changing. She started Leggere teenage love-sick novels about Amore triangles between vampires, licantropi and mortals, listening to pop Musica from superiore, in alto hit musicians that parents complain about and wonder if their child's taste in Musica has gone flat and buried. Mimi hated the Musica of today. She once had on her Natale lista if she could have every single album that The Doors, Joan Jett, o Stevie Nicks made, but instead she marked them out and wrote down for the entire series of Gilmore Girls and a new Miley Cyrus CD, that she won't watch o listen to and let them stay on her movie o Musica shelf. However, she does hide older CD's Musica from the 60's to the late 90's early 2000's in her newer Musica cases. Hiding comic libri in her Amore sick novels. Her preferito personal quote was "Love sick triangolo between a vampire, werewolf and some sad mortal chick? più like flu season sick at the thought of Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. sparkling and mostrare positives emotions towards mortals!" People never got that joke, so she always kept it to herself.

Her great grandmother, Great Gram Josie was quite the adventurous soul. To tell how incredible she really truly was, think of a più realistic female version of the movie Big Fish. She was just like the main character in that movie, except with a più realistic view point. She had the most amazing life, but had a moment in her life. One moment that was a fearful, frightening moment. She had never told a single soul, but she was going to tell Mimi. "Mimi dear, did te know I had a sister?" "Yeah, but didn't she die from drowning when te were twelve?" "Yes, a very sad and tragic moment, but that wasn't all of it. A young nine anno old girl killed her." "A nine anno old? How could a nine anno old drown a six anno old?" "It was a crime not even Nancy Drew could crack the code to. And te know about Nancy Drew, right? "Yes Great Gram. te gave me all of your Nancy Drew books, remember?" "Yes, but this is not about that little scamp. This is about my lost, forgotten sister. te see, I knew she wasn't missing. After that stupid little Anna drowned her,I wanted to avvolgere my hands around her little neck and draw the life outta her. To this day, I still do, but she got her revenge cake alright!" Mimi was shocked. Her great gram detto almost every curse word in the book, but she never detto "stupid" "dumb" o anything like that. She never slipped the words out upon her tongue. She kept going,"My sister Faith was a precious young girl, so her death was so tragic, I could have sworn the Earth stood still for a minuto and the sun almost refused to shine, because our precious little Faith has left the Earth in spirit. But that little pathetic Anna, ooh, she got her revenge. An ora later, she struggled to keep swimming and dunked under water. Momma got so worried that she called the policemen. They only found Anna, and then Momma asked them to find Faith, but they couldn't. But I knew it was a lie. I knew what that little girl did to my sister. I tried telling my mother for years, but she would slap my face with her backhand and say,'Jo Ann Mildred Green, te never talk about that day. That was all an accident and te never speak of it. She maybe has another good family lookin' after her and I hope she does. I don't want my baby girl Lost and alone and scared.' Momma hated thinkin' that her little baby girl was Lost and alone. But she wasn't. It was a sad thought, but I knew Faith was in Heaven. I knew she was an Angel and she was in good hands. Sometimes, I still feel her nearby and with me." Mimi felt like crying after hearing that. She knew how much her Grandma missed her sister, but tragic things like that in life happen and no one may like it, but it still occurs.

When Mimi went home that night, her mom told her some good news,"Mimi, I know te were worried about having a boring summer here at home, but Aunt Lilian is taking te and your cousin Grace to Great Gram's old summer cabina at Lake Prudence." "Really? How long am I staying?" "Oh, I don't know. About three weeks. You'll come back in time to go to Florida with your friends." "Is that the same place where..." Mimi's voice trailed thinking about Great Gram's little sister. She wanted to ask her mom, but was too scared to bring up something she wasn't supposed to. "Where sweetheart? What happened there?" "Is that the same place where Great Gram spent when she was my age? I knew she did as a little girl, but I didn't know as a teenager." "Oh yes. Yes. She spent her time there before going off to New York. She really wanted to become famous." "Yeah, I know." Her mom left, as she went on her computer. Her friend Rae sent her an IM on Facebook. Rae asked,"Hey gurl! So, u up 4 Florida this summr? :D!" Mimi wrote back,"Yeah! It's still in July, rite?" "Yeah! Duh! XD! Remember, i have 2 go 2 sooooo many reunions this summer? LOL! *sigh* if only my family were più fresco, dispositivo di raffreddamento like the family on Twilight. I wish my great grandma o even my grandma were like your great grandma. She's cool! How is she?" "Okay, I guess. Im goin 2 her old cabina and spending 3wks there, but im still goin' 2 florida w/ u guys." "Ooh, I bet it will b haunted! 0.o...XD!! LMAO!" "I dunno. i think that's the place where..." Mimi back spaced that message and wrote a new one. She couldn't bring herself up to talk about it. It was too much. She just wrote back,"Haha, very funny. I dont believe in that toro shiz. its stupid. the whole ghost Supernatural thingy stories. 2 lame." "So, sammy and dean r lame?" "No! not that superntral. I meant real life stuff." "oh, okay. just as long as ur not messin' w/ my sammy and my deanie! back off woman! lol! :D! gotta go, rachael's @ my house and we're about to watch silence of the lambs. Nvr seen it, but want to! ttyl! :D!" "Bye!" Mimi logged off with anger. Rachael? she thought angrily. Rachael?! Rachael Grey? Ugh! I can't stand her! Rachael Grey was best Friends with Rowena Powers, the most popolare girl in high school. The whole reason why Mimi was going to Amore the end of 12th grade successivo anno because she gets to leave her behind. Mimi hated the group she fell into. Her old friend Alex never talks to her anymore and Mimi still had that huge crush on him that's she always had on him, but she fell in with attention seekers and drama starters. Mimi knew she was a wannabe. She hated every minuto of it, but she can't get away from them. Rumors, black mail, hostile frienemy sleepovers, and school dances ending up becoming like a Mean Girls movie. Mimi wanted to go back to being the adorable nerdy girl who had the adorable bright red hair and cuteness. But now she was a hottie figure. She changed her style, got contacts and straightned her red hair, and now she's come to boys' attention. At first she loved it, and now she hated it because più girls have gotten jealous and mean to her calling her boyfriend stealer, slut, fake, and other worse things. Mimi just wanted to mature, go to college and make real Friends with real people. She hated being a Lindsey Lohan Barbie doll. She hated being called ,"The successivo Lindsey Lohan" because of her red hair and beautiful looks and revealing clothes. She just wanted to be "Mimi Lowe, the cute smart nerdy girl who wants to be Alex Marks' girlfriend and a real girl." It was too late for now, since today was the last giorno was 11th grade and everyone's moved on.

On the weekend, Aunt Lilian came over and brought her young and only child/daughter Grace to Mimi's house. Mimi was already set to go, as she hugged and kissed her parents goodbye, told her little sister that she'll miss her and left. Lilian popped in a High School Musical/ Hannah Montana CD for Grace (she's only eight and loves Disney) while Mimi listened to No Doubt on her CD player. Listening to Gwen Stefani is way better listening than Zac Efron and Vannessa Hudgens Canto about how cool school is, Mimi thought listening to Underneath it All. She was also psyched about the history she was going to see at the cabina and the stories and memories behind it to make it so cool. But Mimi also wanted to play Nancy Drew when she was there. She wanted to see if the story about Anna Hawkes drowning Faith Green was really as true as her broken hearted Great Gram detto it was.
 The Writer Behind the Words
The Writer Behind the Words
Luck has little to do with link. A long lasting Scrivere career doesn’t just happen. A writer can burst onto the scene and quickly disappear. Another can have a series of hits then write a bunch of flops and never be heard from again. The difference between a long lasting career and one that burns out is strategy. Here are seven rules to help te find the right strategy for te and get te started on your journey to long lasting success.

Learn the power of focus. For most of us, we have più than enough to do on a daily basis. And when it comes to any Scrivere project the lista can grow exponentially-...
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The fragrance of scotch pine and blue abete rosso is pungent in the air, amplified da the heat of late June. o so te think it is June. This place feels oddly void of time. te open your eyes to see a sun hazed over da stratus clouds. From all angles te spy familiar wooden structures.
You are back.

You sit up with your legs tucked under your bottom and bask in the estival air and all of the scents that waft within it. te furrow your brows, thinking that it is not as clean as before. Even so, the place hums with earthy energy. A stronger gust of wind picks up the hem of your camicia and flutters...
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te wake up under a shady willow with a vague semblance of what te had dreamt.
You have dozed off again. And no wonder, there is a good book in your lap and your preferito songs are still crackling through your earbuds. te ought to replace them, they are going bad. te pull them out and decide to listen to nature’s Musica instead. The soft gurgle of the pond coupled with catkins rustling against each other has always been your preferito blend of sounds. Every now and again your ear is filled with the nearly undetectable buzz of a cicada humming past. te aren’t quite sure, but te think that...
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posted by Epismatic
The Man With No Eyes Collection (3): Mask




When the curtain rises, all is forgiven.

I’ll brush it all off with a movie-star smile,

A genuine laugh, but my eyes must be hidden,

The truth they contain is considered too vile.

My voice is a song that will play through your ears,

And invite te to dance to the sound of my tune,

I take a bow, deeply, and drink in your cheers,

I’ll always remain here,

You’ll come see me soon.

A new giorno is dawning,

“Quick, put on your mask!”

And hurry outside, meet the crowd.

“Where’ve te been?”

With fanciful risposte to all that te ask,

I’ll always wait here for...
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posted by WritingBookWorm
So, one of my New’s Years Resolutions this anno it to write more. So, I decided to make this:

The goal is to write something every day.

Starting on the 31st of January, every giorno there is a vague word, idea, object, question, statement o anything. te can take it anyway te want.

Then each giorno te should write what it tells te too o something inspired da it. Whether it be a poem, a small scene, a character description, journal entry, short story o even just one really well crafted sentence.

Even if the prompt confuses you, o te have no ideas just write something! It’s a great exercise...
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This guide was inspired da a domanda recently postato da link on this spot. The user was looking for ways to put a twist on fairytales. I began to write an answer, but my answer soon developed into an article. So here it is.

Note that these aren't specifically for fairytales; they can be used on any old, well-known stories. After listing some ideas on how te can put a twist on such stories, I'll give a few examples of Film that have done used one o più of these ideas.

1. Swap the genders of the traditional characters.
Do any of the characters behave especially "typical" for their gender?...
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posted by floraisbest1
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom detto quikly. fine all of te girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella detto in a sing song voice. lets go detto the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an ora k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
posted by LunaNotLoony
Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, te don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd...
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posted by Ichigo127
An Amuto one-shot
hope te enjoy!

‘You know, Amu…,’ he was sitting there again, on the ledge of the window, staring wistfully outside. ‘All of them think you’re gone. But I know better. te are alive, I know it. Somewhere out there, you’re thinking about me too, aren’t you?’
He was talking again, talking to the moon. ‘You’ll never admit it but te have already fallen for me,’ he smirked at the moon. No, not the moon. It was Amu’s blushing face that he saw and it was her voice that he heard, ‘Shut up!’ he didn’t know it was the echo of his memories because he thought...
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A shadowy figure silently brushed the silken curtains aside as she slipped through the open window and stepped into the dark chamber. Passing a small tavolo and a bed, the volpe quickly headed towards a cabinet that stood against the far wall.
Beaded necklaces hung above a oval mirror that was set in the center. Her eyes rested on a miniature strongbox half hidden behind the mirror.
Paying no heed to the deafening clatter coming from the oblivious guest downstairs, she skillfully picked the tiny lock and raised the lid. It was hard to tell what was what in the darkness, so she emptied it into...
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posted by Ichigo127
Yo! this is the first poem i wrote with a sane mind xD do tell me if te like it =)

Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted Amore and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
posted by australia-101
Act like you're not
okay when te are and
that te are when you're
not. Run barefoot in
the snow. Stand out
in the rain for an hour
and think about anything
and everything te can.

Fall in Amore with
riddles and things that
aren't real and the
way some stars
shine. Cry when
you realize that life is
just one big sham and write
one hundred cliché poems
about it, and then write one
that te actually mean.

Use profanity. Be the
one fucking introvert
in a room full of
extroverts and scream
shit just for the fun of
it. ingoiare, inghiottire every goddamn
metaphor te ever dreamed
of and write them down
with your own blood.

Eulogize...
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Hi Everyone!
I've been working on a book for a while now. Im not gona post all of it at the same time, but I Will post the Prologue. Please tell me what te think! I invite constructive criticism to make it better! THX!


Prologue
    “Tanya! I don’t understand what’s so different about this kid! He’s done nothing to make me see him as special!” Tanya glowered at her obnoxious boyfriend. “Don’t te see?” She detto icily, “He isn’t like us!” Virgil and Tanya looked at there new child. He wiggled around in his culla, presepe and giggled happily. The child crabbed...
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What do te want from me?
A tortured body?
A broken soul?

What do te expect to happen?
As te kick me down
As te rip me apart

Tell Me!!!!!!!!!!

What do te want to happen?
As I close my eyes
And take my last breath

I detto I would stay
Till I took my last moment
But now I'm leaving
A victim no more

I lived with your love
The Amore te showed with your fist
I died because of that love
Your Amore was only Hate

Now someone else will take my place
Will live with your kind of love
Now someone else will receive your lies
Will know your treachery

What did I expect?
That you'd change?
That you'd learn to love?

What did I ever...
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One afternoon, Sapphire sat in her room, on her bed, quietly sognare ad occhi aperti with her headphones in. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was in her own magical world.
Sapphire entered the sparkling cave in the middle of the forest. Her blue dress was tattered, and her misty rosa fairy wings were damp from the moist, warm air. But she was feeling fine.
Sapphire took a few steps into the sparkling cave. It was made entirely of ice and crystal. Trickling water could be heard as miniature streams fell continuously from the ceiling. Icy stalagmites stood firmly in the cold crystal floor. Icicles hung from...
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posted by Attirox2
The air was still as if it were holding its breathe waiting for me as I approached the ledge. I could feel myself pushing back tears as I clutched the fragile locket in my hands; I traced its dainty designs with my finger. "So mom and dad are getting the divorce after all. I guess te were right E. I don't know why I ever doubted te about that one I mean it was obvious! I guess I tried to block it out like what happened......" I muttered looking up at the milky white moon. It seemed to look down at me with sympathetic beams of light. My hands gripped the marble ledge tighter. "Eliza it's been...
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It’s the color of you
te always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them

With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our arancia, arancio book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain

We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two arancia, arancio crayons
When everyone else was green

Then te left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
te were in the arancia, arancio field in the sky
te always detto was there.

The arancia, arancio of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though te left too soon

Orange…

Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone arancia, arancio in the rainbow
Without te here

I protect my own
Though I wish te were here

Now arancia, arancio is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival

arancia, arancio will forever be our color
Even though death took te away

Forever arancia, arancio for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Hello to the cold world, I was named Max Lee Moore da the parents who absolutely despise me. I am sixteen years old at the moment, will be turning seventeen on June 27th. But who gives a crud? te know what I receive for my birthday every year? For how old I am, like sixteen. I get sixteen whips from a belt. My dad doesn't live with me anymore to whip me, so there's my mother. She gets a kick out of every whip. It seems to make her ecstatic. Each whip equals to one of her evil laughs. She whips me any chance she wants to. It pains me so much that I'm surprised I haven't committed suicide yet....
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I don't know about other people, but I've began to notice that we are relying on teachnology way too much!

Yes this domanda has been suggested to most of us before (most commonly da our parents). But this time it's different. It is normal for parents to think that teenagers are obsessed with our I-pods, i-phones, laptops o other. This is normal because our parents didn't have things like this when they were younger.

Most adults where I live including my parents didn't have the internet growing up. They all had to either go to the librery for information o have a collection of encyclopidias...
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posted by queenpalm
Prologue
Mana was not your normal girl. Her preferito color was grey. She called all her teachers da their first names. Mana was not on the popolare side, nor the unpopular side. She had her own ways, her own ways for everything.
Especially pets...

Chapter One
I sighed and plopped down on my letto with my laptop. After a long, hard giorno of school, nothing was better than Scrivere an essay, not! Such mean teachers!
Looking around, I try to find an animal to do the segnala on. All I need to do is describe the animal's habitat, eating habits, and appearance. I kept looking. Wow, hard decision. I Amore being...
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